Chatting brings mother and son together

Jyoti was clinging onto me as she danced. Once in a while in between we would kiss.

Her pallu had fallen down revealing her fair smooth waist and jutting breasts. Even some of the other guys, dancing with their partners couldn’t help but steal a glance at my wife. My wife had her eyes semi-closed and was gyrating sensuously, oblivious to the rest.of the crowd.

I set my plans into motion.. I quietly took out a red rose from my pocket and put it inside her purse. She was so drunk she didn’t even notice anything.

I looked around. My eyes suddenly refound my son. He had managed to get a partner to dance with him and was also on the dance floor close to us. Once in a while, like other guys, even he was looking at his mother. But his eyes seemed drunk too. We were one drunk family tonight.

Our eyes suddenly met. He wanted to pull his gaze away, but must have felt relaxed after seeing a smile on my face. He smiled back too, but in a drunk way. I stepped towards him and without even bothering to care about my son’s reaction, I asked his partner if she would dance with me. She was a young girl and seemed to be in a bubbly mood.

“yes why not” she said smilingly.

Nikhil was looking puzzled at my behaviour.

“c’mon what are you watching” I nudged him “she is such a pretty girl, even I would like to dance with her”

Nikhil in his drunked state managed to blurt out “wwh..whaat about me” ?

“c’mon just let me dance with her for 10 minutes” I said “don’t be selfish”

“your mother is there” I added “you can dance with her for the time being”

Though he might have had the hots for his mother, in his mind she was always out of bounds for her. For Nikhil, his mother belonged to me, so he was not feeling too happy and comfortable, dancing with her, that too right in front of me. I could see he preferred this girl, who I was dancing with now, as she not taken, and didn’t belong to anyone.

But then instead of standing there in middle of the dance floor without a partner, he preferred to dance with his mother. As he started moving towards her, he stumbled and I caught him before he fell.

“Here is an opportunity I have got”, I though to myself and quickly put a chocolate into his coat pocket. Even Nikhil was too drunk to notice.

“Thanks dad” he said as he steadied himself

Jyoti had not yet realized I was away. When she raised her eyes, she was surprised to find her son in front of her.

She was taken aback, and tried to tidy herself by pulling up her pallu and look less drunk

I was close enough to hear her, but she couldn’t see me as I was behind her. But my son could.

“where is your dad” she enquired

Moment she asked that I raised my fingers to my lips as if telling Nikhil not to give my position away to her.

“oh he took my girl away to dance with her” he sort off complained.

“Oh that’s bad” Jyoti said half jokingly

“its okay, you can dance with his girl” she added teasingly

Nikhil smiled.

“mom, you are looking so se…” he cut himself short as he could see I was in audible distance

Jyoti, while trying to balance herself in her drunken state, was now and then clinging on to her son. But he looked stiff not offering any help. I could see he was uneasy at my presence.

I slowly moved away from them …dancing with the girl, for whom it didn’t matter who she was dancing with. She was a couple of feet away from me and dancing in her own world.

I bent forward close to her ears. “Miss it has been a pleasure dancing with you, but I think I need to rest now” I told her

“its been my pleasure too” she said

And I walked back to our seat. I could still see Nikhil and Jyoti from here. But Nikhil was also scanning around searching for me, I guess. He knew our seat, so I quickly moved away to a different seat, which was also more dark. No way he could see me here.

Satisfied that I was not close, he got back to dancing with his mother. The place I was sitting was a bit higher than the dance floor so I could see everything clearly.

Jyoti was clinging onto her son, the way she was with me before. It was more as a need to balance herself in her intoxicated state. I could see, Nikhil very shakily with hesitant hands hold his mother by the waist to steady her. His grip on Jyoti was minimal and nothing odd about it. Just enough to help her to stand steadily. I realized that he was still a kid, a nervous unsure kid !

The music changed from fast to slow and all couples came closer to each other , except Nikhil and Jyoti. The were maintaining a distance between themselves except her arms were on his shoulders. They were dancing a waltz and slowly Jyoti rested her head against her son’s shoulder. I wondered whether she was falling asleep. Nikhil must have wondered the same as he questioningly looked at his mother’s face. Her eyes were closed and he didn’t know how to react. He kept dancing.

They both were dancing in a very relaxed slow rhythm, as I saw Nikhil’s hand extend a bit more round Jyoti’s waist. It seemed harmless and natural during the movements of dancing.

I looked at my watch . It was 11.45 pm. I began to wonder whether we should all head back home. I was planless, and there was no point seeing my wife doze off in middle of the dance floor.

As I was thinking about returning home, I saw Nikhil’s hands creep further below on top of her Jyoti’s ass. It made me sit up.

Nothing more happened for another 5 minutes, and I again began to relax back onto my seat. Then I noticed Nikhil was very slowly moving his hand on her ass, barely noticeable from my distance. I looked longer and more carefully. Yes, his hands were definitely going around in very small circles. There was no reaction from Jyoti. Maybe she had fallen asleep, until I noticed her body gyrate a bit to the tune of the music. Or perhaps to the movement of her sons hands.

Whatever it was, she was definitely too drunk to notice anything or to have reacted deliberately to her son’s touch, I thought.

Encouraged, I could see Nikhil’s hands were going around in bigger circles. But still it seemed harmless, as it does tend to happen like this during slow dancing.

Slowly I noticed the distance between Jyoti and Nikhil was shortening, till she was completely reclining on him. Perhaps she isn’t able to stand on her feet at all and needed her son’s complete body support. Whatever it be I could see Jyothi’s breasts pressed against Nikhil’s chest and her pallu had fallen off again.

She looked juicy from behind, the way she was reclining on Nikhil. I could see the heads of dancers turn to look at the duo. I am sure many guys must be feeling envious of Nikhil , and wondering how this young guy managed to get such a hot older woman !! I laughed at the thought.

By now Jyoti had nuzzled her face against Nikhil’s neck and they both were dancing in a steady rhythm in pace with the slow music.

Were my eyes playing tricks on me, or was I imagining things ? I saw Nikhil gyrating his hips, and trying to press his crotch against his mother. Definitely, it just must be a part of the dance. If he was trying some tricks with his mother, she would have no way tolerated it, drunk or not drunk.

I saw as Nikhil pressed his groin against her, he at the same time gently pushed her ass into him with his hands. It had the desired effect. Her waist, crotch, and legs were completely pressed against him !!!!! I was not mistaken. I was sure now that Nikhil was try hit upon his mother !! But I was more surprised by her reaction or rather the lack of it. Had she fallen asleep ?

She hadn’t, as I saw her hips move in a gyrating motion. Though it was very subtle and minimal. But it happened again ! My penis woke up with a jerk, I could feel it hardening at the sight !

They both were clasping onto each other. I was sure, they both knew what they were doing. But just doing it subtly and without facing each other. It could just end with the dance and once they were out of their drunken stupor

None of them were pulling out either the chocolate or the rose.

It looked nothing would happen of this evening. My plans had failed.. I decided it was time to go back.

I dialled my wife’s mobile number to call her away from the dance floor. As her mobile rang I could see, she was searching for it. She opened her purse for taking out the mobile, which she had placed it back in her purse giving up hopes of meeting the internet guy.

“Hello, its me Ajit” I spoke as she took my call

“What , speak louder. I cant hear” she said

But I could see suddently, Nikhil’s eyes widened and jaws dropped.

“mom” he exclaimed loudly

Jyoti looked up and was puzzled at seeing his astonished looks.

“What beta ?” She asked, with drunken slur

I could hear their conversation through her connected mobile

Nikhil could just stutter “rose”, as he looked inside his mother’s purse

“Yes , what about it ?” Asked Jyoti

Nikhil wasn’t sure how and what to say. Red roses can be co-incidences too. They are common among women and he didn’t want to end up saying something stupid, if his assumptions were wrong.

Best was to confirm it, and show her the diary. As he fumbled to find the dairy in his pocket a strange object came out first, while pulling out the dairy . He held that in one hand not caring about it, and the dairy in the other. Now it was time for Jyothi to be stunned.

She just kept staring wide-eyed, not because of the diary in Nikhil’s left hand, but the chocolate in the other hand.

Nikhil was sure, his mom had recognized the black diary, and that she was the one he was chatting with on the net !

Jyoti now understood Nikhil’s reaction a few seconds ago to her white cellphone. But she was having it in her hand earlier in the night too, why didn’t he react then ? “Maybe he didn’t notice”, she reasoned with herself.

They both seemed to be in a state of shock. I didn’t hear a word from them until I heard my wife speak .

“oh no , it cant be true” she lamented unbelievingly” it’s a big mistake”

My heart was racing as I heard their conversation through the cellphone.

“ma, please don’t cry” Nikhil finally spoke

Jyoti is crying?? I was puzzled. I didn’t want it to end up with crying and depression.

I looked carefully and I could see my wife was indeed crying. Tear drops were rolling down her cheek.

“Ma please. I am feeling so bad” Nikhil insisted as he wiped away the tear drops from her cheeks

“I am such an awful mother. Now what will you think of me ?” She said without looking up as more tears rolled down her cheek.

“Ma, you are the best mom in the world .I and I love you a lot” my son reassured his mother. Saying this he kissed her on the cheek tasting her salty tear drops.

“Beta I love you too” she wept softly “ I don’t want to lose your love or respect for me”

“I will love and respect you all my life” Nikhil assured her. And he kissed her again. This time on her eye. And then on the other eye. He moved down and kissed her on her cheeks. And then slowly he went further lower, till his lips were just an inch away from hers. He stopped and waited.. She didn’t say anything, but just closed her eyes.

This was like a green signal to Nikhil as he gently placed his lips on her, but just for a fleeting moment. And he pulled away.

Jyoti opened her eyes and knelt towards him. And this time she kissed him. On his lips. This kiss lingered on a bit longer than the earlier one. They broke away from the kiss and looked into each others eyes.

“ I love you my son” Jyoti said lovingly

“ I love you too, ma” Nikhil replied to his mother.

And they kissed again. This time it was a long kiss, rubbing their lips against each other. They stopped for a second to start kissing again, sucking each others lips and exploring each other’s mouth with their tongues.

Jyoti was locked in a passionate kiss with her son in full view of all people. But no one seemed to take notice. They were busy with their own romances and lust.

The mother and son were hugging each other tight, gyrating and rubbing their bodies aganst each other. What a sensual sight it was. I could feel precum leaking out of my hard erect cock.

Suddenly the lights went off. It was completely dark. I remember it happens for a minute or so, in very night club – for even the shyest couples to kiss, I guess !

The lights were back soon but strangely I couldn’t see Nikhil or Jyoti on the dance floor anymore.

I was puzzled.

I left my seat and went looking for them . I saw them on the couch in the darkest loneliest corner. They were kissing and their hands were hungrily roaming over each others body . My wife’s pallu had slipped off long back, and only the thin blouse covered her fair upper body, Nikhil was half reclining as Jyoti was above her.

They were devouring each other, as if they were letting out pent up desire for each other.

Jyoti and Nikhil seemed so desperate for each other.

I stood at a distance and watched. By now Jyoti’s phone was off , so I couldn’t hear anything.

I could never imagine Jyoti could ever be like that . She seemed possessed by lust for her son, as she was quite rapidly kept rubbing her body against his. Though people were kissing and fondling each other all over the room, Jyoti and Nikhil’s intimacy was raising eyebrows of others. I knew this could spell trouble if they both got carried away any further.

I walked up to them and called out for Jyoti.

Moment Nikhil saw me he jumped away from his mother.

He didn’t know how to react at seeing me.

“Nikhil relax. I know all about it” I said with a smile “and I am fine with it. Just don’t do anything here, all of us could be in trouble”

“What do you mean you are fine with it ?” Jyoti laughed “you are the one who caused all this, my naughty hubby”

We paid our bills and left Insomnia.

On our way back home Nikhil sat in back seat and my wife sat next to me in the front. As I was about to start, Jyoti stopped me “Wait, let me sit with my beta. He is dozing off behind”

I just smiled.

I looked through my rear view mirror and saw Nikhil was infact dozing off.

She sat behind with Nikhil and I started driving the car.

Jyoti settled down in her seat and placed Nikhil’s head on her shoulder. I could see Jyoti pulling his head lower onto her.

I was finding it difficult to concentrate on my driving.

I could see Nikhil had wrapped his arms around his mother and his face was nuzzled in her breasts, but over her pallu.

After a while I saw Jyoti herself pull down her pallu, making Nikhil’s face rest directly on her blouse covered breasts. There was no reaction on her face, as she just sat there with her eyes closed.

Both were still for a while, till Nikhil pressed his face harder against her breasts. I could see he was softly sucking her breasts over her blouse, leaving a wet patch on it.

This made Jyoti gently caress caress his head, almost like combing his hair with her fingers. As he went on sucking, her lips parted and I heard a slight moan.

In a minute I saw she began to unbutton her blouse. She took off all the hooks and the blouse lay open exposing her bare breasts . She was not wearing a bra !

She was the hottest sight I had ever seen, sitting in a sari, with her pallu pulled down and the completely unbuttoned blouse exposing her breasts.

Then she pulled Nikhil’s face to her right breast. He opened his mouth and took his mother’s nipple in his mouth. This brought out a loud moan from her parted lips.

My hard penis was agonizingly pushing against my pants as I drove.

I didn’t want this to end soon , so I was driving slowly and taking a longer route.

There was a different kind of a thrill in watching it happen in the back seat of the car.

Nikhil kept sucking his mother’s nipples for the next five minutes as she lay still but her moaning was growing louder. Her hand moved down below. I couldn’t see where and what for , but in a few second I heard Nikhil exclaim “ohhhh Mommmmmm”

“ohhhh that feels good mom” he went on

I didn’t know what exactly was happening. Perhaps she was giving her son a hand job.

Then she bent herself onto Nikhil, following where her hand had been earlier.

This brought out much louder moans from my son.

I could hear sucking sounds. Jyoti was giving her son a blow job !

Nikhil lay back on the seat moaning loudly as his mother was bending down to give him a blow job.

With one of her free hands, Jyoti searched for Nikhil’s hands as she couldn’t see anything, her face nuzzled in her son’s groin. She found his hand and guided it to her lap. She let go off his hand for a moment and pulled up her sari a bit. Nikhil’s hand was unmoving on his mother’s llap. She found his hand again and guided it to her crotch through the gap of her sari which was pulled up till slightly above her knees.

I could hear my wife’s muffled groans as she sucked her son’s penis. Her moans grew louder, as her son began to move his finger over her vagina.

Suddenly I heard a scurry of activity. I couldn’t take my eyes off the road as there were a few vehicles right in front.

I stole a glimpse in the rear view mirror at the earliest I could, to be surprised. The scene had changed a lot. My wife was lying down on the back seat — urging and pulling Nikhil on top of her.

Nikhil didn’t need any persuasion as he promptly lay down on top of his mother and started kissing her. Moment their lips touched, both began to groan and moan as they feverishly groped each other’s body. The slurping and sucking sounds of their kissing was loud.

“mmmmmm,mmmmhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm” I could hear the sounds as both mother and son were trying to devour each other’s mouth.

Suddnely, Jyoti pulled her lips away and spoke to Nikhil

“Put your cock in me Nikhil”

Ohh those words had unimaginable effect on me. I couldn’t believe my homely wife was saying such things, and that too to her son ! I could feel precum ooze out of my erect penis.

Nikhil lifted up his hips, to give way for his mom’s hand . She reached out for her son’s penis. A moan escaped from Nikhil as she held is penis.

“Ohhhhhh mom !!

She guided his penis right till the opening of her vagina but stopped for a moment and looked at her soon. Nikhil too was looking at his mother. They both realized it was the moment of truth and wanted to be fully aware of it. Mother and son wanted to look into each other’s eyes, as he would enter her.

“I love you , beta” Jyoti told her son in a tender and affectionate voice. It didn’t seem lustful, but full of love.

“oh maa, I love you too”

She just had to hear those words and she pulled her son’s penis into her vagina. Nikhil did the rest as he pushed into her, bringing out a moan of pleasure from his mother’s mouth.

As he completely entered his mother, they both lay still. Nikhil was lying flat on top his mom with his complete weight on her.

“mommmm I love you” he repeated

“Nikhil I love you” Jyoti replied

And they kissed. To begin with they were gentle loving kisses, but soon they began to get louder and rougher, as Nikhil’s hips began to move up and down on his mother — moving his penis in and out of his mother’s vagina. He was entering the same place he was born from !

I was just a spectator to this incestuous love play. The mother and son were not even bothered by my presence. I kept driving, being in no mood to reach our destination in a hurry. I wanted this spectacular sight to linger on, as long as possible.

The gentle and loving love play soon turned to raw sex between mother and son. I could hear Nikhil grunt everytime as he thrust hard into his mother. He was rapidly moving in and out of her. Jyoti was just continuously moaning, but would react with a loud “ahhhhhhhhhhh” each time he pushed into her.

“ohh Fuck me” Jyoti cried out, “fuck me hard, my son”

Her words were having an intoxicating effect, both on me and Nikhil

He kept increasing his pace, as Jyoti tried to open her legs as wide as possible in the back seat of the cramped car.

The “squish squish” sounds and the scent of sex filled the car. It was difficult to drive.

The movement of both Jyoti and her son were going on becoming faster and rougher.

“Maaa I am gonnnna cumm” Nikhil said loudly amid his grunts

“Should I pull out ?” He asked sensibly to my surprise

“Nooo……Nooo….cum in me..oh my son..cum in me” she responded

I was surprised and delighted to hear her words, as was Nikhil too

“Yes, maa ..ahhhhhhhh, yessss, I am going to cum in you…..ahhhhhhhh, I am cumming” Nikhil moaned

“Yessss cum in me” Jyoti moaned “ahhhhh fill me with your juices…cum in your mumma…”

His mother’s words instantly brought him to his orgasm. His body stiffened. He thrust into his mother like a steam engine – straight and hard as he started cumming in her.

Her son’s climax brought up her own.

“oh my love, I am cummmmmming toooooo” Jyoti declared

“I love you Nikhil….ohhhhh…..I love you , I love you, I love you., I love you beta, I love you ..Fill me with your cummm…ahhh I love you”

She kept saying this as waves of pleasure swept across her body . Her orgasm went on and on. I had never seen her cum like this ever before with me. I could see having sex with her own son turned her on the most .

In a few moments, their orgasms subsided and Nikhil collapsed on his mother’s body.

They both lay still trying to catch their breath.

“I love you beta” I finally heard Jyoti’s gentle voice break the silence “ I hope you are not feeling bad ?”

“I am not feeling bad Ma. I loved it. I love you”

And they kissed tenderly for a few seconds.

They both were like true lovers, instead of being mother and son.

Finally they woke up to the fact that even I was around.

“so my dear hubby, what do you have to say” Jyoti asked me jokingly, very well, knowing I wanted this to happen. And infact it was me who had started this.

“It was hot” I said with a smile

I guess Nikhil was too shy to face me or talk to me and was silent.

“ok, you both better get dressed up now” I said “we are going to reach home soon”

“I am not in the mood to go home right now” declared Jyoti in a naughty tone

“what ?” I asked surprised “its 2 am”

“so what ?” She replied nonchalantly

“what do you want to do now” I asked

“mmm mm” she thought “lets go to any place but home now. Maybe to a place which doesn’t have too many people”

“ok, darling” I replied

And saying that I started driving my car with a purpose now.

“Where are we going” she asked

“Closeby” I said teasingly

“But where?” She asked again

“let me take you there, and if you are not ok with it , then you tell me” I said “We will be there in five minutes”

“ok” she said with a smile

We were in Bombay’s Hanging Gardens in less than five minutes.

“So what you feel about this” I asked as we walked towards the edge of the garden

“This is lovely” she said as she looked at the arial view of Bombay from high above the city.

It was indeed a very nice view.

Jyoti was walking around the garden excitedly, holding hands with her son, who had been silent for a long time.

“I am feeling so happy and relaxed” told my wife gleefully as she looked around

“There is no one around” she added naughtily as she turned to her son and kissed him lightly on his lips.

“Nikhil, why are you so silent” Jyoti asked her son

“Nothing” he said shyly “its just that I cant believe what happened. Feels like a dream”

Jyoti laughed at hearing her son and kissed him again, but this time it was longer. After a while, she pulled away her mouth from his and began to lick her son’s lips with the tip of her tongue. She went on like that for sometime till she again pushed her lips onto his. She began to suck his lips and then finally pushed her tongue into his mouth.

I was standing a few feet away and watching.

Nikhil was motionless, but his hands began to wrap around her back as his mother kept kissing him.

After a while their lips separated.

“Now do you believe it ?” Jyoti asked her son teasingly

He just smiled shyly

She began to unbutton her son’s shirt.

“Mom” he said alarmed as his eyes pointed in my direction

“oh your dad “ she exclaimed “don’t worry about him, he likes to watch”

By the time she finished her sentence, she had opened all the buttons of her son’s shirt.

She rolled her tongue on his nipple, bringing out a moan from Nikhil.

She then stood straight and looked into her son’s eyes

“Fuck me, Nikhil” she said

“ohhhh mumma” was all that he could say in a weak voice.

Jyoti held his hand and led him to the edge of the garden, where the whole of Bombay could be seen. She then knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants and took her son’s erect penis in her mouth.

Nikhil closed his eyes and moans of pleasure escaped his mouth.

I could see Jyoti had taken her son’s penis completely into her mouth.

But as she felt signs of his orgasm she stopped sucking his penis and pulled her face away .

Nikhil looked at his mother puzzled. Jyoti smiled and pulled him down to her. Nikhil kelt down and sat on his knees, face to face with his mother. She gave him a gentle kiss on his lips and pushed him further down till he was lying down flat on the ground.

I was getting nervous. It was an open area and in Bombay you never know… anyone could just show up at any time of the day or night. But Jyoti didn’t seem to be worried about it at all.

Then patiently Jyoti pulled down the trousers and underwear of her son and climbed atop him .She pulled up her sari a bit, as she placed her vagina over the tip of her son’s penis.

Nikhil watched and groaned as she slowly lowered herself onto his penis. Th penis slowly began to dissapear into my wife’s wet slushy vagina. Jyoti’s eyes closed and she moaned loudly

“mmmmmmmm I love your cock, Nikhil” she told lustfully

She was sitting upright on her son’s pelvic region as she began to move up and down on him.

Her eyes closed and moaning with pleasure, she was looking like a sex goddess. Even Nikhil was going on looking at his mother’s lust-driven face, as moans of pleasure escaped his mouth.

By now I was too turned on myself and was over with my nervousness. I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my erect cock, which was much bigger than my son’s. I started masturbating as I watched the lusful sexual acts between mother and son.

Jyoti then knelt atop him putting her hands on the ground on either side of Nikhil’s face, for support. She began to violently move her ass and hips up and down on Nikhil’s pelvic region. Her moans became louder, surely audible even hundred metres away.

“Suck my tits, baby” she urged Nikhil, who obliged instantly.

He raised his head and started sucking one of her nipples.

It didn’t take long for Jyoti to reach her climax.

“I am cumming “ she said amid her moans.

“Suck my tits harder baby” she instructed her son as her hips jerkily moved up and down on her son. She kept moving her ass up and bringing it down harder and harder on her son’s groin.

Her son’s orgasm followed instantly

“Maa I am cumming too..oh Maaaaa I love you”

There bodies were moving rapidly and in unision as if they were not two bodies, but one.

I was masturbating hard too. I wanted to cum simultaneously with my wife and son.

“betaaa I love you” my wife said as she collapsed on my son’s chest.

I was cumming and spraying my semen all over the grass, as my son emptied himself into my wife’s womb. They both were now kissing tenderly and lovingly.

As my own climax subsided, I looked up to see both mother and son lying down on the ground, tightly in each others arms and looking at me.

My cum was still dripping from my flaccid penis. My trousers were pulled down till my ankles and I was standing with my legs bent sideways.

I must have been a funny sight as both started laughing. I hurriedly pulled my underwear and trousers up. Even I couldn’t help but smile.

As I was tidying myself, Jyoti and Nikhil got up too. This time Nikhil didn’t seem shy, as he was the last time after his orgasm, but seemed more confident. He was talking more and even joking around as we walked upto our car.

As we neared our car, Nikhil suddenly stopped.

“Ma” he said with a smile

Jyoti stopped walking too and looked at him

With a sudden movement, Nikhil bent down and lifted his mother in his arms

Jyoti squeeled as she was taken by surprise by her son’s action. As she settled in his arms, she started giggling and laughing like a young girl .

“oh my son has grown up” she said both proudly and naughtily “He wants to carry his woman”

“yes ma” he said with a grin as he bent his head down to kiss her.

He walked upto the car carrying his giggling mother.

It was 3 am and I decided we head straight home

I was happy that the evening went off the way I had planned. But, I was again horny as hell by the time we reached home. I couldn’t wait to hump my wife and enter the same hole that my son had just entered.

But my wife had different plans.

“I will sleep with my darling beta tonight” she announced standing in middle of our drawing room. Both Nikhil and me were surprised.

“whaat” both Nikhil and me and said at the same time.

Ofcourse Nikhil seemed very elated by her decision and had a stupid grin on her face.

“inafact from now onwards I will sleep with my son only” she added with a naughty smile.

“ofcourse, provided if you don’t have problem about it, Nikhil ?” She added

“Ofcourse not ma” he replied gleefully “i’ll be just too happy, but what about dad”

“Don’t worry about him” she said teasingly “ i’ll take care of him”

“Go to your room, beta. I will be there soon” Jyoti instructed her son

“ok, ma” Nikhil replied obediently “ good night dad “

“good night Nikhil “ I said, still standing numb.

Once Nikhil went to his room, Jyoti turned towards me

“oh Baby, I hope you are not minding what I have been doing ?” She asked me in a concerned way. She was suddenly serious “I am doing it, thinking that you like it.”

“ohh don’t worry” I said “I loved it. I have never been so horny before ! But whats this sleeping in the night with him”

“Why ? Are you feeling jealous” she asked me teasingly

“not at all” I answered with a smile “I am just curious”

“Well, its all your doing” she said naughtily “you have made me see our son in a new light. I think I am in love with him”

I was stunned. “What ?” I asked “ you serious? I know you love him a lot like every mother loves her son, but that’s different”

“No, not like a mother, but I love him like a woman”

“Oh” I said

“My darling don’t worry” She said as she kissed me and put her head on my chest “I love you”

“I am not worried” I said with a smile “infact its arousing”

I meant my words, as I could feel my cock stir when she was speaking those words of her being in love with her son.

“Are you sure, my darling ?” She asked me “ I don’t want to hurt you”

“I am sure” I said with a smile

“ but I should get my share of your body too” I said with a wink

“you are a naughty boy” she told me with a smile

She held my hand and took me to the bedroom.

She sat on the chair and made me kneel in front of her.

She spread her legs wide and pulled her sari up to her hips, like some cheap whore. I guess she was enjoying it. Even I was.

“Suck me” she ordered.

I promptly put my face on her vagina and started licking her . It was slushy, still wet with Nikhil’s semen.

I could taste my son’s semen in my wife’s vagina.

She also knew that.

“Like his taste” She asked me , but without waiting for my reply she went on “Nikhil’s semen is very tasty”

She knew her words will have an arousing effect on me.

I pushed my tongue deeper into her.

She was pressing her groin harder against my face

“ohhh yesss baby , suck me” she maoned “lick me clean. Make me ready for our son”

Her body was wriggling and writhing with every lick of mine. Her body began to stiffen.

Suddenly she stopped and pushed my head away.

“nooo” she crooned “I don’t want to cum”

“why” I asked puzzled

“I want to save it for my son” she said with a smile

“Oh” I exclaimed “you seem really serious about him ”

A smile crept on my face , realizing my wife’s obsession for our son !

“ok, as you wish, but I want to cum” I decalred

“hmmmm” She thought “I can give you a blow job”

“No, I want to cum on your back” I said “lie down on your stomach”

She smiled and did as she was told.

I pulled up her sari exposing her ass. I took off my trousers and underwear and lay down on her back with my penis placed in between her ass cheeks.

I started moving up and down rubbing my penis against her ass.

She was lying still.

I went on for a few minutes like that.

“Are you about to cum?” She asked me, as she lay still under me

“Not yet” I replied between my huffs and puffs

“Hurry up”, my wife said “Nikhil must be waiting for me”

“ohhh you are dying to get fucked by your son, arent you” I asked my wife tauntingly

“yes” she replied “I want his cock in my pussy”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh “ I moaned

“You slut, you fuck your own son ?” I said out aloud

“yessss, I fuck my own son, I love to fuck my own son” she said knowing I would love to hear those words.

“ I love sucking Nikhil’s cock” Jyoti went on “ I want to drink his cum”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oohhhhhhhhh” I responded to her words

“ I am cummmmming “ I screamed out to my wife

She moved her ass upwards to help me cum

As the last drops of my semen dripped onto Jyoti’s ass I rolled onto the bed.

I had a stupid grin of satisfaction my face.

Jyoti stood up and wiped the semen off her ass with my underwear.

She walked into the bathroom .

I lay there thinking of the day’s events. What crazy things were happening, but I loved it.

Jyoti walked out of the bathroom in her nighty, all prepared to go to our son’s room.

She smiled as she looked at me

“ I am off to our son’s room” she teased me

“try not be naughty” , I said with a wink

“I think I will be !” She replied naughtily

“okay hubby dearie, my lover awaits me” she said “good night”

“have a GOOD night “ I said with a wink

She gave me a peck on the cheek and left

I couldn’t fall asleep. I was too restless and curious

I opened my door and started to stealthily walked upto Nikhil’s room. I could hear sounds coming from his room even in the drawing room. Both my wife and son were groaning and moaning. I just hoped our neighbours wouldn’t be able to hear the same.

I realized if I kept my bedroom door open I could still hear them there too.

So I returned to my room and lay down on the bed. But the sounds kept me awake. The sound of sex between my wife and son, kept coming unendingly. They were like newly weds on honeymoon. With me Jyoti, could never have more than one orgasm and could never go on beyond 30-45 minutes. She used to get tired very soon.

But with her son, her energy was unending. I could see the slight light of early morning sun seeping in from the window. It was 5.30 and Jyoti and Nikhil were still at it. I masturbated a couple of times listening to their sex sounds, till I feel asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

I woke up around 11 am. Jyoti and Nikhil were still asleep, atleast their door was closed and no sound could be heard.

Suddenly I was panic-striken. I hadn’t informed my office I wont be coming. I called up my boss.

“Good morning Mr.Subramanium, its Ajit here. I spoke on the phone

“Yes, Ajit tell me . What happened to you , you have not come to office” he asked sternly

“ I am very unwell. Infact I was so weak , I couldn’t call you earlier” I lied to him

As I had just woken up, my groggy voice must have made me sound convincing.

“Oh ok, You take rest . And let me know by evening if you can come tomorrow”

“Ok , will do that” I said and thanked him as I kept the receiver down

Well, one problem taken care off. But, now I wondered when these love birds will wake up. I was hungry and I decided to go out and eat in a restaurant.

I got ready and wrote a note for Jyoti informing her of my whereabouts and left.

I had my breakfast-cum-lunch at a nearby restaurant and from there I went to a local shopping mall to buy a few pending things.

I returned by 2 pm.

Mother and son were awake by that time, but it seemed they had just got up, as both were still groggy.

“Ajit, I am sorry” my wife said sleepily “we were too tired and couldn’t wake up early”

“no problem honey” I said with a smile “ you are looking sexy”

She smiled shyly.

Nikhil went to the bathroom to take bath as Jyoti sat down on a chair in the drawing room

Things were so much slower in our household today, after last night’s hectic activity !

“Ajit I have something to tell you” Jyoti told me

“Tell me honey” I also sat down to give her a patient hearing

“Nikhil wants to marry me” she spoke out

“Whaaaat?” I exclaimed absolutely surprised

It was so weird that I started laughing.

“Don’t laugh, we both are serious” she insisted.

“Both ???” I questioned “even you have gone crazy?”

And I couldn’t stop laughing

“How can you marry your own son ?” I quizzed her “ Firstly, marriage between mother and son is not legal and second he is a minor”

“You both have gone mad” I added

I just couldn’t control my laughter.

“you will see how” She told me in a sterner voice, angry at my laughing

I went to my room and whistled a hindi movie tune as I took out my laptop to check my emails. I just couldn’t take all this weird ideas of Jyoti and her son seriously. I tried to shrug away her words, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stop laughing.

I could hear voices in the drawing room. Nikhil was out of the bathroom

Sounds of them having their breakfast drifted into my ears.

I got busy, replying to my emails, leaving the two to themselves.

It was almost a couple of hours of silence from them, till I heard Jyoti call out for me aloud

“Ajit, please come here”

“coming in two minutes” I replied aloud

I disconnected from the net and walked upto the drawing room

The sight which greeted me, took me by surprise

Jyoti was wearing a traditional sari. I recognized it was the same sari she had worn during our wedding. She had preserved it well.

My eyes turned to her right, to see Ajit standing next to her in a traditional kurta pyajama.

“Whats all this ?” I enquired

“we are going to get married now”

Before I could start laughing, Jyoti added “And don’t laugh, we are serious”

“hmmmm” I pretended to think with a mocking smile on my face

“ok, so what do you plan to do ?” I asked amused

“just watch” Jyoti instructed “we need a witness”

“huh ok” I said and sat down as if I was going to watch a movie

Nikhil kept a candle on the ground and lit it.

Then jyoti went to the music system and put in a cassette.

I wondered what it was. Suddenly hymns started to blare out from the music system.

They were the holy verses the priests chant during weddings. These verses had serious implications – they stood for a proper legal marriage !

I realized the Jyoti and Nikhil were serious about this marriage thing.

Then like in real weddings, Nikhil tied an end of his mother’s sari to his kurta.

I was mersmerised seeing the two perform their own wedding , especially at their seriousness.

They walked around the lit candle for seven times. He looked into his mother’s eyes as he stretched out to take off the mangalsutra on my wife’s neck. Jyoti too, helped her son in taking off the Mangalsutra which I had put on her more than 17 years ago.

“What are they doing” I thought.

And then finally Nikhil took out a necklace and put it around his mother’s neck..It was her new mangalsutra !!

Nikhil took a vow to take care of his new bride life-long and she took a vow to love her new husband life-long..

I was watching numbed and shocked, unable to react or speak a word.

Moment the verses got over, they kissed each other on their lips.

“Give me your baby tonight” she lovingly told her son, “I have stopped taking my pills”

“Yes, ma I want you to have my baby” Nikhil replied excitedly

“Baby?????” My head whirred. “no they cant be serious about that” I thought

My thoughts were broken when Nikhil, turned around to me and declared “Dad I am married man now. Please bless me”

I didn’t know how to react .

“what about me and you? “ I asked Jyoti.

“Don’t worry honey. You are my husband for the rest of the world,” she consoled me

“But from now onwards at home , Nikhil is my real husband” she added proudly.

“hmmm, as long as I get to see you both make love to each other” I said mischievously, not knowing what else to see.

Suddenly, the door bell rang..

“It must be the flowers I had ordered” Jyoti announced

It was the florist, holding a huge package of flowers.

“That’s for our suhaag raat na, mummy” Nikhil asked his mother with a smile

“Yes beta” she replied with an equally enthusiastic smile.

Nikhil excitedly took the box of flowers from her hands and went to his room

And Jyoti went to the kitchen.

I was standing in middle of the drawing room, speechless at the developments.

In a short while, Nikhil called out for his mother. “Ma, I am ready”

She walked out of the kitchen and smiled at me naughtily, holding a glass of milk.

“Nikhil wanted it this way” she informed me, “an absolutely real wedding. Even I loved it. He really feels like my husband”

And saying this she started to walk towards Nikhil’s room, with the glass of milk in her hand.

But she suddenly stopped and turned around and said with a very teasing smile “I hope my son makes me pregnant tonight. Its our suhaag raat”

I was already speechless and I remained so ! I was so numbed I couldn’t even think.

That whole night the mother and son enjoyed their suhaag raat, with me listening to the sounds of their conjugal bliss and pleasure, the sounds of my wife’s impregnation in the hands of her son.

I had to take leave even the next day

Whenever I would think nothing more from Jyoti and Nikhil could surprise me anymore, they would prove me wrong.

The next morning….well, in the language of Jyoti and Nikhil, the morning after their “Suhaag raat”, they came out with a new announcement.

They were going to go on a honeymoon !!

“Not far, just Goa” Jyoti informed

They were standing romantically next to each other. They truly looked like newly weds. Giggling, kissing, holding , caressing…

“We are not asking you” she added “we are informing you. I have already asked the travel agent to book flight tickets and hotel room for us”

And she giggled as she held her son’s hand and went off to their room.

The door slammed shut.

I felt like a stranger in my own house, but strangely I was also getting so aroused by all this. I knew I was enjoying it.

“ I think I will enjoy the future” , I thought. A smile crept across my face Its been an years since my wife and son got ‘married’ to each other . And it has borne fruits. Jyoti gave birth to a healthy baby girl almost three months ago.

Both Nikhil and Jyoti are as madly in love with each other, as they were the day they got “married” . Infact it seems to be growing everyday. They have become an inseperable couple . They don’t even eat in seperate plates. One is often eating from the other’s hand ..or even mouth ! And at home, I can see Jyoti often wearing her son’s shirts or vests.

I think Nikhil has been able to ignite the sexual side in his mother, which I couldn’t, as they seem to be having sex almost all the time when they are at home. And when they are not having sex, they are coochie-coohing with each other like love-birds, totally ignoring my presence.

Though I must add that they do at times, involve me too. But its mostly restricted to preparing Jyoti for having sex with her son. Like cleaning her vagina or ass with my tongue, or giving her a bath etc. Jyoti doesn’t allow me to have penetrative sex with her, as she wants to be faithful to her son/husband. Though, if I have been very good according to Nikhil and Jyoti, especially in taking care of their baby, then she allows me to masturabate on her, by my lying down on her and rubbing my penis either on her ass, calves or feet. If Nikhil allows she even gives me a hand job.

Jyoti has moved all her belongings from my room to our son’s room. And I am on my own, except on Friday nights, when she sleeps with me, but doesn’t allow me to have sex with her. But it feels nice to even just hold her and sleep. I love Jyoti, crazily.

I have no complaints. More than wanting to have sex myself, I am a voyeur – I like to watch. And what more could I want, as I regularly get to see my wife having sex with her own son.